`Never make your home in a place,' the old man had said, too lazy in the spring warmth to do more than wag a finger. 'Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it -- memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things.' Morgenes had grinned. 'That way it will go with you wherever you journey. You'll never lack for a home -- unless you lose your head, of course...' //
